December 2021

Mein tujhe phir milunga.
Kab, kahaan, yeh sab mujhe nahin pata.
Lekin, mein tujhe phir zaroor milunga.

(I will meet you again.
Where, when, that I don’t know.
But I will surely meet you again.)

Shayad teri maa ki meethi lohri bankar.
Ya shayad woh unchi patang ki dohri bankar.
Shayad dhoop mein uss ped ki chaanv bankar.
Ya shayad tere adhuray dil ka gehra ghaanv bankar.
Lekin, mein tujhe phir zaroor milunga.

(Maybe as your mother’s sweet lullaby.
Or maybe as the string of that high flying kite.
Maybe as that tree’s shade on a sunny afternoon.
Or maybe as the wound endured by your incomplete/broken heart.
But I will surely meet you again.)

Shayad teri khushiyon se jhalakta jaam bankar.
Ya shayad woh sharaarat se rakha hua naam bankar.
Shayad tere manpasand gaane mein saaz bankar.
Ya shayad woh saalon baad suni awaaz bankar.
Lekin, mein tujhe phir zaroor milunga.

(Maybe as your happiness filled drink.
Or maybe in an endearing nickname.
Maybe as an instrument playing in your favorite song.
Or maybe as a voice you haven’t heard in years.
But I will surely meet you again.)

Shayad teri beti ke Iiye tera bin shartiye moh bankar.
Ya shayad woh thandi raat mein angeethi ki loh bankar.
Shayad tere simran mein tera ehsaas bankar.
Ya shayad garmi mein do boondon ki pyaas bankar.
Lekin, mein tujhe phir zaroor milunga.

(Maybe as your unconditional love for your daughter.
Or maybe as the warmth of a cold winter fire.
Maybe as your consciousness during meditation.
Or maybe as your thirst on a hot summer day.
But I will surely meet you again.)

Kab, kahaan, yeh sab mujhe nahin pata.

(Where, when, that I don’t know.)